LE

That's the one. The advice ended with, if you were unable to control your beastly urges, to"go and speak to your scoutmaster. He will know what to do."

Cubs had no sign of paedos, I guess we were all too young or ugly for them. ATC on the other hand, one of the Adult Instructors was known as Backs To The Wall, and all new cadets were advised by the other cadets not to be alone with him. My mum went to one of our squadron display days, pinged him, and said the same to me, she'd known him in WW2 as an airman stationed near her village and he was at it then too. Fuckall done about him though, it was the early 80s and the whole predator thing hadn't really come out.

I too had an unsavoury squadron OC in ATC. Blokes were safe, but he had his 'favourites' amongst the girls. Promotions were dished out based on chebbage, which made for some interesting times on exercises when some bird with a set of sergeant stripes, a cracking pair of norks but no map reading knowledge got a squad of cadets lost.

Cue rescue by the relevant authorities.

Added to which, he was an unpleasant bastard to anyone who was male or not his type.

He did promote me to cpl, but only grudgingly because everyone was taking orders from me anyway.

Whether he nonced anyone I don't know, but I like to think he'd be filtered out now.

LE

Berlin 1945 - just before being awarded the Iron Cross Second Class by the Fuhrer at the bunker. Where did he leave his bicycle and panzerfaust ? I imagine creepy youth leaders would be the least of his problems.

LE

I didn’t join the Scouts until I was 13. Being an ugly kid, I was never molested, but looking back, there was some strange blokes around Scouting.
My mate, who encouraged me to join, is still involved in the organisation. They do some great work.
But they employed some weirdos in the past.

MIA

I had a German penpal for about a couple of letters. Trying to explain that I was in the ACF and somehow possibly making it sound like the Hitlerjugend (in the late 60s - early 70s) brought everything to a hard stop.

MIA

I was talked into joining the Scouts as a lad. For some odd reason, I was made a Patrol Leader not long after. You have to choose a name for your bunch, as long as no one else nicked it. I wanted to choose ‘beaver’ as the name, but being the dick I was (still am, really), put it to the group vote. So we ended up with something different.
I wasn’t that obsessed with beaver, I had just seen the Leslie Nielsen film, and like all my school mates, thought it funny.
I deferred to a couple of juveniles. Story of my life, right there.

LE

I had a German penpal for about a couple of letters. Trying to explain that I was in the ACF and somehow possibly making it sound like the Hitlerjugend (in the late 60s - early 70s) brought everything to a hard stop.

Once during a fever I remembered that when a European is dying, there is usually some sort of ceremony in which he asks the pardon of others and pardons them. I have a great many enemies, and I thought, what should my answer be if some modernized persons should ask me my views on this? After considering it, I decided: Let them go on hating me. I shall not forgive a single one of them.

LE

Once during a fever I remembered that when a European is dying, there is usually some sort of ceremony in which he asks the pardon of others and pardons them. I have a great many enemies, and I thought, what should my answer be if some modernized persons should ask me my views on this? After considering it, I decided: Let them go on hating me. I shall not forgive a single one of them.